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a drift into the unknown

black ants scathing my skinthose stings really do matter

an anesthesiasimilar to touching thistle

a drift intothe pleasures of forgetfulness

a glass of red wine: a "Vispo"

Thawing

The sun’s rays weren’talways as sharp as blades.Today they forgot about their computers.Copies of the newspaperwere in everyone’s hands.Page 3 Girl,the epitome of cosmic aesthetics,served like a magnetdrawing icebergs into have their share of tha[wing].